many shall, we shall always wonder but never shall we know, death, tis what i speak of, many hath wonder if death is what we make it out to be, a beautiful heaven with food and drink, or tis it something less invitng, pry tell what horrors, you suspect are true, tis that what you say? shall that be your final word? said he this, death could be an infinit black hole something loathsome, where no light can shine through. but shurly think you,how? how can one trying to rest in peace sit in a black hole? when this question comes round we must remember, none shall ever know, it tis only a guess, as there being a heaven tis also a guess. none shall ever know on earth. only once you let deaths own hands put you to rest, and you walk into whatever world was ment for you, shall you know